It was a cold and windy morning for gleaning. We were out in one of the fields of Tanimura and Antle near Salinas. We had the big truck and folks worked fast. Not only was the lettuce easy to get to, it was easy to cut and clean as well. So the bins filled fast and folks carried crate after crate back to the truck.
Lots of good conversation today. I got out my recorder and asked folks to remember back to what a typical breakfast in their childhood had been like: what they ate, when they ate, who they ate with, and where the food had come from. That started lots of reminiscences of family farms and gardens or of shopping with a parent at the local store. One gleaner, who particularly liked leftovers (and particularly left-over vegetables) for breakfast, remembers eating peas while her sister threw her portion of peas around the kitchen. A fair number of gleaners remembered special breakfasts of pie made from local fruits. And lots of the younger folks mentioned favorite boxed cereals.
Folks without jackets or sweaters were shivering by time the truck was full and it was time to get back to our cars. But the shivered goodbyes were warm.
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